


They Don't Know About Us

by SilverMoonSky



Series: ML Oneshots [62]
Category: Miraculous Ladybug
Genre: Established Relationship, F/M, Fluff, Flustered Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Flustered Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Interviews, Ladynoir | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Secret Relationship, Song: They Don't Know About Us (One Direction), Songfic
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-09-25
Updated: 2020-09-25
Packaged: 2021-03-08 03:09:29
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,298
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26638600
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SilverMoonSky/pseuds/SilverMoonSky
Summary: Normally, Chat loved doing interviews. He loved interacting with his fans, he loved swooning over Ladybug (with her playfully rolling her eyes and telling him to stop), and he loved being in front of the cameras. Becausefor once,he didn’t have to wear stiff smiles or nod politely. He could let loose. He could say whatever he wanted with little repercussions—unless it was about secret identities, of course, but he always made sure never to touch that territory.Only this time? The interview would be much, much different.Because this was the first time he and Ladybug were doing an interview after they started dating. And it was going to be incredibly hard—forhim,at least—to keep their relationship secret.
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Series: ML Oneshots [62]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1643566
Comments: 29
Kudos: 196





	They Don't Know About Us

**Author's Note:**

  * For [sae_what](https://archiveofourown.org/users/sae_what/gifts).



> Saeeeee, happy birthday!! You were one of my first friends in this fandom, and I’m so grateful to have met you. Thank you for being such a lovely person, and someone I can always count on <3 I hope you enjoy this Ladynoir songfic! This is actually something I started writing for Ladynoir July, but never finished. It was heavily inspired by this [AMV](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgUQInbbyFg) (which is the reason I started associating Ladynoir with this song, haha). I know you love 1D, so it only seemed fitting to finish this up for you. I did omit some lyrics because this was getting so long, though.
> 
> If you can, I highly recommend you all listen to the song while reading! I hope you all enjoy, and thank you to [Maddy](https://archiveofourown.org/users/fictionalinfinity/pseuds/fictionalinfinity) for betaing this <3

Normally, Chat loved doing interviews. He loved interacting with his fans, he loved swooning over Ladybug (with her playfully rolling her eyes and telling him to stop), and he loved being in front of the cameras. Because _for once,_ he didn’t have to wear stiff smiles or nod politely. He could let loose. He could say whatever he wanted with little repercussions—unless it was about secret identities, of course, but he always made sure never to touch that territory.

Interviews always left him feeling excited. Often, he’d spend the night before laying in bed, mulling over how it would go. He’d picture his answers to the questions as he sat beside his lady, talking and laughing as their fans eagerly watched. He made sure to be careful of what he was saying, but for the most part, he let himself be free in a way he wasn’t allowed to as his civilian self.

Only this time? The interview would be much, _much_ different.

Because this was the first time he and Ladybug were doing an interview after they started dating. And it was going to be incredibly hard—for _him,_ at least—to keep their relationship secret.

_♪ People say we shouldn't be together ♪_

_♪ We're too young to know about forever ♪_

_♪ But I say they don't know what they talk, talk, talkin' about ♪_

“Hello, fellow Ladybug and Chat Noir fans!” Alya waved at the camera, a wide grin on her face as she turned to face the superheroes. “Today we’re here with the saviors of Paris, who have graciously agreed to another interview.”

Ladybug waved with a smile. Chat winked and pointed a finger gun at the camera. Despite not facing her at the moment, he was sure Ladybug was rolling her eyes at him for being so ridiculous.

“We’re grateful you two could take the time to come,” Alya continued. “I’m sure you’re very busy as it is.”

“Any extra time to spend with my lady is always appreciated,” Chat said, leaning back on the couch and flashing his widest smile at his partner. “Isn’t that right, bugaboo?”

The faintest splash of pink appeared on Ladybug’s cheeks. She flashed him a glance—with a warning that clearly said, _you’re being too obvious_ —before saying, “oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I could stand your antics outside of akumas and patrols for too long.”

Chat pouted. “You wound me.”

Ladybug playfully rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Alya cut in. She was clearly trying her best to hold in her laughter.

“Alright, you two, that’s enough for now.” There was a glint in Alya’s eyes, as if she knew more than she let on. “Let’s get on with it.”

_♪ 'Cause this love is only getting stronger ♪_

_♪ So I don't wanna wait any longer ♪_

_♪ I just wanna tell the world that you're mine girl ♪_

The first couple of questions flew by relatively quickly. They were generic questions that were asked at nearly every interview they attended. It was why, sitting in Alya’s apartment with only a few inches between them, Chat desperately wanted to move closer to Ladybug. All he wanted to do was lace his fingers with hers, or throw an arm around her shoulders, or sit so that their thighs pressed against one another’s.

But of course, he couldn’t do that. The interview wasn’t live, but there were sure to be keen fans who noticed their every move once it had been posted.

The two of them had always been physically affectionate. It was simply part of their relationship. As superheroes, Ladybug and Chat were thrown into not-so great situations all the time. They were used to working in extremely close quarters. It was how Chat realized just how much he craved her touch; even when they weren’t dating, they’d always been close. It ached to keep himself from moving closer towards her.

Yet he couldn’t. Despite wanting to tell everyone in the entirety of Paris that he and Ladybug were dating, he _couldn’t._ Their relationship had to remain a secret. They couldn’t let Hawk Moth use their love for one another to his advantage.

Which meant Chat _had_ to keep his swooning to a minimum, _had_ to leave personal boundaries between them, _had_ to prevent himself from shouting out to the world that he loved her, loved her, _loved_ her—

_♪ They don't know about the things we do ♪_

_♪ They don't know about the "I love yous" ♪_

_♪ But I bet you if they only knew ♪_

Before he knew it, the easy questions—the ones that didn’t require much thinking—were over, and Alya was digging much deeper.

“What’s your favorite part of patrol?”

Chat smiled as he looked over at Ladybug. She was looking back at him with an equally smug smile. Of course, the two of them knew each other’s answers: their favorite part of patrol was spending time with each other, snuggled up in each other’s arms, pressing kisses to each other’s lips when they knew no one was around to see.

But obviously that couldn’t be their answer. The people of Paris didn’t know about that; they _couldn’t_ know about that.

“I love roaming the rooftops of Paris,” Ladybug said, beating him to it. “The city is just so pretty at night, and I love swinging across the rooftops and watching over the people.”

“My answer would have to be the same,” Chat agreed. “It’s so freeing when you’re jumping across rooftops. And the view of the city on top of the Eiffel Tower, or the Arc de Triomphe?”

“It’s beautiful,” Ladybug finished. “I love knowing Chat and I get to protect such a lovely city.”

“Huh. And here I thought you two would say something about each other,” Alya said, raising her eyebrows.

Chat smirked. “Well, spending time with my lovely lady is just an added bonus.”

Ladybug elbowed his side. “Flatterer.”

“You know it’s true.”

“I never said anything.”

“But we both know you feel the same way,” he teased.

Ladybug’s cheeks once again filled with color, and in an instant Chat remembered what Ladybug had told him before they’d come into this interview.

_“No teasing related to our relationship,” Ladybug had said. “I’m serious, Chat,” she’d added when her boyfriend glanced at her with disbelief. “We don’t want them finding out.”_

_“Alright,” he’d agreed. “But I can still tease you, right?”_

_She’d looked at him with raised eyebrows, but it was clear she was trying to hold in a laugh. “Chat.”_

_“My lady.”_

_“You know the answer to that.”_

_“No, I do not,” he’d replied, blinking innocently._

_Ladybug had simply scoffed, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards Alya’s apartment._

Now, Ladybug was staring at him with her bluebell eyes narrowed, her gaze flashing with more warnings. Chat dropped it. He was suddenly conscious of Alya watching the two of them with intrigue.

“Are you two done yet?”

Chat smiled sheepishly. “Next question, please?”

_♪ They would just be jealous of us, ♪_

_♪ They don't know about the up all nights ♪_

_♪ They don't know I've waited all my life ♪_

It was _hard._ It was harder than Chat had anticipated it would be. He knew he’d have trouble blurting it out, but he didn’t realize exactly how much self-control he lacked until that particular moment.

_They sat on a rooftop, Ladybug sitting between Chat’s legs, his arms wrapped snugly around her as he leaned over to rest his chin on her shoulder. They were both telling each other how their days had gone, laughing and simply reminiscing over the small moments._

_This was all Chat had ever wanted. To sit beside Ladybug, to have her laughter ringing in his ears, to let himself whisper, “I love you,” in her ear, but instead of Ladybug ignoring it or simply shaking it off—_

_He’d hear an “I love you, too.”_

Yes, Chat greatly lacked self-control. He _wanted_ to tell the world how he felt. He _wanted_ to tell them he’d finally gotten together with the girl of his dreams. He’d waited so long for this, but now, when it was finally happening, he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.

_“You know how dangerous it is,” Ladybug murmured each and every time he asked the question. “You know what could happen if Hawk Moth found out.”_

_“I know,” he said, trying his best not to be frustrated. Because he_ did _know what would happen, and he_ didn’t _want it to happen, of_ course _he didn’t._

_So instead, each and every time, he’d simply reach out for Ladybug’s hand, or press a chaste kiss to her cheek, or even her lips. And each and every time, Ladybug responded eagerly, bringing him closer so that there was no space between them._

_And he let himself get immersed in that feeling, letting everything else around him melt away._

Chat was trying, he really, _really_ was.

But he was oh-so desperately ready to leave the secrets behind and tell the world about something he’d been waiting _years_ for.

_♪ Just to find a love that feels this right ♪_

_♪ Baby they don't know about ♪_

_♪ They don't know about us (They don't know about us) ♪_

“What are your favorite qualities about your partner?”

Chat processed the question, and it took all of two seconds for him to become worried. He swore that these questions were getting harder and harder to answer every single time. How was he supposed to answer _that_ without revealing that Ladybug was his secret girlfriend?

“I didn’t think you’d be so shocked to hear that question, Chat,” Alya said with a laugh. Too late, Chat realized his mouth was agape, and he was staring at Alya with what seemed like horror. “Surely you have at least _one_ nice thing to say about Ladybug.”

Of course he did! Of course he had at least _one_ nice thing to say! Ladybug was his girlfriend! He could talk about that cute pout she had when she was tired, or how they sometimes curled up on random rooftops in Paris, talking through the night, telling each other things about themselves; well, as much as they could say without giving away their identities, anyways. There were so many moments they shared that the world didn’t know, so many things he just wanted to tell them, tell them, tell them—

“Despite what I say, Chat’s sense of humor isn’t _that_ bad.”

Chat whipped around to see Ladybug glancing at him with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Oh?” Alya asked, raising her eyebrows. “Anything else?”

“Chat’s very sweet,” Ladybug added, “and very kind, too. And he’s always ready to jump in front of me or anyone else he lo—he, um, sees to keep them out of danger.”

Chat could feel his face turning hot, but as Ladybug continued talking about him—admittedly, doing it a _lot_ better at this than he could—he couldn’t help but think: _aren’t we supposed to be keeping this a secret? Aren’t we supposed to avoid talking about one another as much as we can?_

However, as his girlfriend continued, he did notice something. She was stumbling over her words just as much as he was; in fact, the closer he paid attention, the more he realized she was making a conscious effort to keep a filter over what she was saying. It was obvious in the way her shoulders were slightly tensed, the way her smile was a bit more forced than normal, in the way her hands were folded neatly over her nap, when normally she was quite animated with her gestures.

That was when Chat realized that Ladybug was having just as much trouble keeping this a secret as he was.

_♪ Just one touch and I was a believer ♪_

_♪ Every kiss it gets a little sweeter ♪_

_♪ It's getting better, keeps getting better all the time girl ♪_

“And what about you, Chat?” Alya asked, snapping him back into the present moment. “What are your favorite qualities in your partner?”

Chat glanced towards Ladybug. She looked back at him with a soft smile, and he felt his insides churn. There were _so_ many things he could talk about, _so_ many things he _wanted_ to talk about. However, at that moment, everything flew from his head, and he was staring at Alya blank-faced.

“I, uh, don’t know,” he muttered, feeling his face grow hotter.

“You don’t know?” Alya asked, raising her eyebrows. “You know, with the way you’re so hesitant to talk about your partner, it feels like something’s up.”

Chat felt himself blink rapidly at what Alya had just said. “W-what, no! I-I just—there’s a lot of things!” he blurted out. “How am I supposed to pick?”

_Oh, no._

He probably shouldn’t have said that, because Alya’s original, curious expression was now replaced with a huge smirk on her face. She leaned forward.

“Why don’t you tell us all of those things, then?”

Oh, he _wished_ he could do that. But there was no way he could tell them about how nice it felt to kiss Ladybug, or about how he loved cuddling on the rooftops of Paris, or how all he yearned to do was get closer, and closer, and closer, each and every time—

“She’s. . . . kind,” he said lamely. “She’s very brave, and Paris couldn’t have asked for a better superhero.”

There. That should be enough, right? He really could _not_ say anything else without blurting out everything he wasn’t supposed to.

“That’s it?” Alya asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s uh. . . .” he hesitated, and from his peripheral vision, he could see Ladybug trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. “Pretty?”

“Of course Ladybug’s pretty, that’s not a question,” Alya said in amusement, and Chat’s face lit up with a fierce blush. He could tell both Alya and Ladybug were trying their hardest to hold their laughter in.

“I, uh—”

“Next question?”

“Please,” Ladybug said, laughter spilling from her lips and filling the entire room.

And despite himself, Chat laughed along with her, warmth spreading through his entire being.

_♪ They don't know how special you are ♪_

_♪ They don't know what you've done to my heart ♪_

_♪ They can say anything they want 'cause they don't know about us ♪_

A couple more questions went by. He may have embarrassed himself, but hearing Ladybug not taking it as seriously as he thought she would lifted his spirits. And besides, Alya seemed to take pity on him; the next couple of questions weren’t hard at all, and they both answered them easily.

However, it wasn’t long before they’d reached the final question—and Chat knew exactly what this question would be.

“So,” Alya said, looking down at her tablet, “I’m sure the two of you know perfectly well this wouldn’t be an interview if there wasn’t a question about your relationship status.”

Inwardly, he felt the panic rise, however, Chat turned to his partner with a smirk.

_You can do this. Just act normal, and it’ll be fine._

“Ah, here we go again,” he said, grinning widely. “Are you ready to admit to the world you’ve finally fallen for me?”

Ladybug’s eyes glinted with amusement as she leaned forward and flicked his bell. “You wish, kitty. But as you might already know, I’ve already found my lucky guy. You could believe that his sense of humor is better than yours.”

Having already discussed what they’d do to answer this question beforehand, Chat was prepared. He gasped, putting a hand to his chest dramatically. “My lady! A sense of humor better than _mine?_ Never!”

“It’s the best,” Ladybug responded with a cheeky grin.

“Wait wait wait, rewind,” Alya said with wide, almost comical, eyes. “Ladybug, you have a _boyfriend?”_

“I do,” she confirmed.

“And it’s not Chat Noir?”

Chat grinned. “She wishes it was me.”

Ladybug scoffed. “No, you mean _you_ wish it was you.”

_♪ They don't know what we do best, that's between me and you, our little secret ♪_

_♪ But I wanna tell 'em ♪_

_♪ I wanna tell the world that you're mine girl ♪_

“Well,” Chat said, deciding to play along, “not really. Because I have to say, things worked out with the girl I’m in love with, too.”

Alya stared at the two of them, her head whipping back and forth between them. She seemed to be in disbelief, however, it was obvious she was exaggerating. “Wait wait wait, so Chat Noir, _you_ have a girlfriend? And it’s not Ladybug?”

Chat didn’t respond to that, simply glancing at Alya sheepishly. “She’s amazing, is all I’ll say.”

“Oh, really? And how so?”

This time, knowing perfectly well he could talk about this “girlfriend” and not have fingers pointed back to Ladybug, he took the moment to gush all he wanted.

“She’s the best,” he said with a dreamy sigh. “Kind. Sweet. Smart. She’s everything I ever could have asked for.”

“Sounds like someone is in love,” Ladybug teased, knocking her shoulder against his.

“Oh yeah?” Chat said, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner. “Beat that.”

“I don’t have to,” she said with a smirk. “I already know my boyfriend is amazing.”

Their faces mirrored one another’s at this point; they both had bright, fierce blushes. They were being so obvious at this point, and yet, the two of them didn’t care. This was their way of telling one another they loved one another.

Just because they couldn’t admit it to the world, didn’t mean they couldn’t admit it to each other.

“Well then, do they know about the two of you being superheroes?”

Chat turned towards Ladybug, who had a dopey smile on her face as she turned to face him as well. “Sort of,” she said, picking her words carefully.

“My girlfriend is very understanding,” Chat said.

“I couldn’t have asked for anyone more accepting,” Ladybug agreed.

“Well then,” Alya said, turning back to the camera. “There you have it, folks. Ladynoir is _not_ official.”

_♪ They don't know about the things we do ♪_

_♪ They don't know about the "I love yous" ♪_

_♪ But I bet you if they only knew ♪_

Chat was. . . . surprised, to say the least. He didn’t know how he’d done it, but somehow, he’d gotten through the entire interview! And he didn’t blurt out a single thing about their relationship!

Alya shut the recording off, Ladybug and Chat grinned at one another. He knew the same thing that was going through his head was going through hers. The two superheroes got up off the couch, ready to bid their farewells before they left. Chat couldn’t wait to find a secluded rooftop where they could talk and laugh about everything that had happened.

However, just as Ladybug was about to tell Alya they were going to leave, Alya stopped them.

“Wait, you two,” she said. “I need to talk to you.”

“What’s up, Alya?” Chat asked. He was getting more and more impatient to leave.

“You two are _really_ not subtle,” she said.

Ladybug raised her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“The whole, ‘let’s hide our relationship so that we don’t reveal ourselves to the public?’” Alya crossed her arms over her chest. “Please. It’s so obvious the two of you are dating.”

For a moment, he almost couldn’t believe what he’d heard. He stared at Alya, eyes widened in shock. “W-what?”

“I-I’m not dating Chat!” Ladybug exclaimed. She shook her head rapidly, shaking her hands in front of her to emphasize her point. “I have a boyfriend! It’s not Chat! No, definitely not, why would I ever date a boy in a leather catsuit who I run around with at nig—” she clamped a hand over her mouth as she realized what she’d just said.

Chat snorted, however, Ladybug didn’t seem amused. She looked over at Alya with narrowed eyes. It was clear Ladybug was trying to come up with a way to convince Alya otherwise.

But Chat knew that once Alya put her mind to something, it was _very_ hard to steer her away from it.

“How did you find out?” Chat asked before Ladybug could open her mouth.

“Chat!”

“It was obvious,” Alya said. “And maybe next time, don’t explain to your boyfriend what not to do right outside my apartment door,” she added, looking pointedly at Ladybug.

Ladybug blinked at her, seeming to think about what Alya had said, before facepalming. “Was I really _that_ loud?”

“No, I just happened to overhear,” Alya said. “But still, maybe next time, don’t do that.”

Despite knowing the seriousness of the situation, Chat had to bite back a laugh.

“And besides, you two are normally so open during interviews. But this time, it was like you were filtering all your words and avoiding saying anything. The final straw was the last question I asked.”

Chat nodded. That made sense. “So you mean. . . . everyone who watches the interview will know?”

“Not necessarily, but you two weren’t subtle. But I can edit out parts of the interview, if you’d like. There should be enough content I can use.”

“You’d do that?” Ladybug asked in relief. “Oh Alya, thank you! That would be great.”

“On one condition.”

Chat raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Alya simply grinned.

_♪ They would just be jealous of us, ♪_

_♪ They don't know about the up all nights ♪_

_♪ They don't know I've waited all my life ♪_

When they finally left Alya’s apartment, it was only then that everything that had happened was catching up to Chat. Alya had figured it out. Apparently, the two of them were not subtle when it came to their relationship, and if the interview had been live, it was obvious everyone would have figured it out.

Guilt built up in his throat. He may have been light-hearted about it when they were there, but now that they’d left, he _knew_ Ladybug was going to be disappointed in him. After all, they were _supposed_ to keep their relationship secret. But if anything, they only succeeded in proving that they were terrible at keeping secrets.

The two of them landed on a secluded rooftop. Chat watched as Ladybug walked over and sat at the edge, letting her legs dangle off the side. She gestured for him to come sit beside him.

Chat did. He walked over and plopped down beside her. He was already anticipating what Ladybug would say. He braced himself for it. He was ready to open his mouth and apologize, when—

“Alya was right. We were terrible.”

Chat nodded. “We were,” he said, feeling ashamed.

Ladybug turned to him, seeming surprised at the sudden change in his demeanor. “That’s not a bad thing!”

“How is it _not_ a bad thing? We’re lucky it was Alya, but someone else definitely would have taken advantage of that information.”

“But that didn’t happen,” Ladybug pointed out. “And besides, it’s not your fault. If anything, it’s my fault for not being so careful before we entered the apartment.”

“What!” he exclaimed. “No, it’s _my_ fault. I was the one that kept teasing you.”

“How about we both drop this and say it’s both of our faults?” Ladybug asked, amused.

“But—”

“That’s not important, anyways,” Ladybug interrupted, reaching out for his hand and lacing her fingers with his. Chat let her. “The important thing is that it was just Alya, and her only condition is that she wants us to tell her first if we decide to go public with our relationship.”

_If._

Not _when,_ but _if._

“Will we ever get to tell people?” Chat murmured softly, squeezing Ladybug’s hand as he turned and looked up at the night sky. “Will we ever get to share this?”

For a while, Ladybug was silent. Chat was almost afraid she hadn’t heard the question. He was ready to open his mouth and tell her to forget about it when she responded.

_♪ Just to find a love that feels this right ♪_

_♪ Baby they don't know about ♪_

_♪ They don't know about us ♪_

“We have each other,” Ladybug said. “That’s all that matters, right?”

Chat pondered over that as she continued.

“Who cares if Paris doesn’t know? They don’t _have_ to. As long as we stay true to our feelings, does it really matter if they don’t know?”

Chat scooted towards her. Their thighs pressed against one another, and he wrapped an arm around Ladybug’s shoulders, pulling her closer. She let him.

“But what if I want to tell them how amazing and wonderful my girlfriend is?” he said, feeling his lips curl up in a smile.

“You can tell her that to her face.” Ladybug chuckled, gently flicking the bell that rested against his throat.

Chat hummed, suddenly feeling a lot better than he had before. “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

“So are you ready to hear a list of reasons why I think you’re amazing?”

Ladybug scoffed. “Not now, kitty. You’ll have time to do that another day.”

“But my _lady_ —”

“Maybe some other day we do an interview, where you don’t get all tongue-tied,” she teased.

Chat huffed. “That wasn’t my fault!” he whined. “And besides, I think we can both agree that we’re not going to do anymore interviews for the time being.”

“Agreed,” Ladybug said, letting out a laugh.

They sat there like that for a while, simply reveling in each other’s company. Chat let himself relax. Perhaps Ladybug was right. Perhaps Paris _didn’t_ need to know, because they had each other.

The stars were shining, the moon glimmered in the night sky, and, as Chat leaned over, gently turning Ladybug’s chin with a hand so he could press his lips against hers, he realized something.

Paris would know _one_ day.

But until then, he mused as he let himself get immersed in the feeling of only him and Ladybug and no one else, he supposed that was all that mattered.

_♪ They don't know about us ♪_

**Author's Note:**

> Edit: This fic now has [fanart](https://fictionalinfinity.tumblr.com/post/634635801253249024/ladynoir-drawn-for-silveryeet-s-beautiful) drawn by the lovely [@fictionalinfinity](https://fictionalinfinity.tumblr.com/), who also betaed this piece!! Thank you so much, Maddy, you're the best <3
> 
> Join the [Miraculous Fanworks Discord Server](https://discord.gg/mlfanworks) if you’re a writer, reader, or artist! It’s a lovely community filled with even lovelier people <3


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